"storie" poems
Once upon a time,
There was a blue haired girl named Coraline
She moved to her new home,
that was totally made of wood and stone
Her parents were very busy with there works
They gave her no attention and were playing real jerks
On a random day, she finds a hidden door, very small
But with big disappointment it ended up on a brick wall
When she got woken up by a shadow in the late night- darkness
She followed its movement, totally harmless
The shadow leaded her to the little door
So, she maded herself really small, with her knees on the floor
But when she opend the door, it wasn't what she first saw
Behind the little door, there was now a little hall
On the other side of the hall, there was another small door
She wanted to go out there, but she wasn't so sure
Finally she decided to take the risk
So she crawled thru the hall, very whisk
She suddenly ends up in a special place, where it all looked the same.
She would soon found out, it all was not a game
Everybody had buttons instead of eyes
and lots of things were happening as a surprise
There also were 3 kids without a heart and soul
Although she liked it there she wanted to leave that black hole
But for that she had to pay a price
Her real parents had gone missing and to find them, she had to think twice
Her other mother locked them up behind a mirror.
Coraline didn't know what to do, so she asked her to make everything clearer.
The three soulless kids were also locked up
They never had gotten the chance to grow - up.
So she made a deal with her other mother
If she could find the 3 souls of the kids, she could leave with the others
During her quest she met a speaking cat.
But still, she wanted to leave that place really bad.
With a lot of difficulties
She had find the odd species.
But Coraline knew the mother wouldn't play fair
So she threw the speaking cat in the air.
the cat scratched the face off the other mother
She was screaming but Coraline didn't bother.
True the passage she arrived,
in her real house in the middle of the night
She closed the door and made now sure she locked it very tight
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Wanneer n mens jou gedagtes laat dwaal, oor die jarre laat verdwaal dan besef mens weereens die wonderwerke van mense.
Mense wat sterk is, sterker as wat ek is.
Mense wat wense laat waar word, soos in n storie lyn waar alle hartseer verdwyn.
Dan is daar n spesifieke mens wat ek die beste voor wens.
Wat my elke dag laat weet dat pyn mens nie kan terug hou van n lewe vol lewe en geluk nie.
n Ware punt van krag, wat regtig niks terug verwag behalwe die omgee en die liefde van n mens wat niks het om terug te gee behalwe n dankbare hart nie.
Jy is my beste maat, my nooit verlaat, my buddy en my sussie.
Ek is jou grootste fan dall. Beslis is jy alles en meer waarvoor ek kon wens en sal jou altyd lief he en trots wees op jou. 2016-04-16
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
-Ek en my geraamtes het soms ook 'n uitval
Verdoem deur drome van 'n wakker oog
gee ek in tot die eindelose gekarring.
Waaroor die ophef van 'n silwerdoek beeld
die trane en inspirasie , aangemeld -
en saamgesmelt in elke belydenis?
Ek spaar toe maar my knieë en sak neer
voor die rekenaar en fynkam
die intrieke sydrade van ons spinnerakke
Vergrootglas die letters, opsoek na:
'n Gebed vir - 'n Gebed vir hom...
NEE MY!
Toe speel my storie... Ag ek meen
Sy outobiografie af en ek's aleen.
Elke nou en dan en dan en wan
vee ek oor die rekenaar skerm en
skrik as ek sý gesig sien.
Hy wou dit nie aanvaar nie!
- ek wou regtig nie!
Hy wou verander!
-ek wou regtig graag verander...
ek... - ek bedoel hy;
Ons ma's was swertsend selfs
godslasterik lief vir ons en
haar stickynotes het ons oral vasgekeur
, want Levitikus!!!
Levitikus sê NEE...
Ma sê die Bybel sê:
"Ons is dood".
Ma se sy wil ons nie verloor nie.
Kom sy nie agter dat ons in
haar geweierde woorde versmoor nie.
My knieë is lank genoeg gespaar.
Na 90 minute se snikke en trane
val ek neer voor die Heer en
almal wat nog wil luister.
Ware ellende stort uit perelpoele
en plas neer op die koue wereld.
Uiteindelik bid ek vir hom, maar
my gebede is te laat - met so
dertig jaar of wat -.
Ek hoop iemand bid vir my...
ek hoop die gebede vind my
- maar vir my , betyds-.
Want ek sit met VIGS van die
siel. 'n Tipe kanker op sy eie 'n
lifelong companion om die eufemisme
mooi te stel...
Ek is Hy.
Hy is ek.
Ons is ons eie tipe mens.
Amen
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Godi se il vento ch'entra nel pomario
vi rimena l'ondata della vita:
qui dove affonda un morto
viluppo di memorie,
orto non era, ma reliquario.
Il frullo che tu senti non è un volo,
ma il commuoversi dell'eterno grembo;
vedi che si trasforma questo lembo
di terra solitario in un crogiuolo.
Un rovello è di qua dall'erto muro.
Se procedi t'imbatti
tu forse nel fantasma che ti salva:
si compongono qui le storie, gli atti
scancellati pel giuoco del futuro.
Cerca una maglia rotta nella rete
che ci stringe, tu balza fuori, fuggi!
Va, per te l'ho pregato, - ora la sete
mi sarà lieve, meno acre la ruggine...
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Hoeveel keer gaan jy my hart nog breek?
Jy het belowe jy sal dit nooit doen nie
Ek weet ek het nie jou liefde hanteer soos ek moes nie
Ek was nie gereed nie en jy weet dit nou meer as ooit
Maar dat ek jou lief gehad het, en steeds het, is sonder twyfel
Ek weet ek het dit nie gewys in die maniere wat ek moes nie
Ek weet ek moes jou buckets vol maak
Ek het getry
Maar vandag is n ander storie
Vandag kan ek sê dat ek geleer het
Ek kan sê dat ek verstaan wat mens moet gee
Ek begryp die betekenis van liefde
Ek verstaan wat ń soulmate beteken
En tog weereens smyt jy my weg soos ń ou lap
Ek ken nie die mens wat jy nou is nie, jy is harteloos, verdwaal, onbekend
En so ken jy my nie meer nie
"You don't know the new me, I put my pieces back differently"
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
Die waarheid
In die nag se doodse donker
is selfs die krieke stil
, maar saam met honde huil
-Bloedstollend- weerklink haar gil
Die waarheid breek die stilte
die buurt slaap onversteurd
sy knaag weg aan my siel
... los my stukkend en verskeurd
Teen haar aanval is ek magteloos
, met net die wapens van die gees,
mens kan haar nie oorwin nie
want waar jy nog moet beskerm -
was sy alreeds gewees
Sy laat haar droewe spore
in die kamers van jou hart
en met vlymskerp, rooi vingernaels
los sy letsels van die smart
Teenstander. Díe is sy nie-
retireer vir geen swaard, nóg gebede
haar verwoesting : jou eie toedoen
slegs spoke van jou verlede...
Tog , selfs in waarheid lê daar leuens
-versprei in dit wat sy voorspel
, want die einde van jou storie
is joune om te vertel
ja...
*** droewig okal haar verhaal
bly dit jóúne om te bepaal
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Ons gaan weer oor die
Alfabet , numeries , strategies
Ń sikliese seerkry storie.
Dieselfde -tagoniste herhaal
En haal mekaar aan , produkte
Van verandering , ja altyd
Anders. Maar so vervlaks
Eenders soos kop teen-
Kop in een mus.
Herhaal die verhaal my
beursie Is lig en
die lig is te skerp en
Die lug is te droog
, maar ek kla nie
Ek vra nie vra nie.
My hart weet hy begeer
Net. Nie vir A nie
Nie vir F nie
Nie vir
my nie.
Wat jy kort is-
Nie altyd wat jy kry nie.
En wat ek kry...
Is verseker nie
Jy nie.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
In die nag se doodse donker
is selfs die krieke stil
, maar saam met honde huil
-Bloedstollend- weerklink haar gil
Die waarheid breek die stilte
die buurt slaap onversteurd
sy knaag weg aan my siel
... los my stukkend en verskeurd
Teen haar aanval is ek magteloos
, met net die wapens van die gees,
mens kan haar nie oorwin nie
want waar jy nog moet beskerm -
was sy alreeds gewees
Sy laat haar droewe spore
in die kamers van jou hart
en met vlymskerp, rooi vingernaels
los sy letsels van die smart
Teenstander. Díe is sy nie-
retireer vir geen swaard, nóg gebede
haar verwoesting : jou eie toedoen
slegs spoke van jou verlede...
Tog , selfs in waarheid lê daar leuens
-versprei in dit wat sy voorspel
, want die einde van jou storie
is joune om te vertel
ja...
*** droewig okal haar verhaal
bly dit jóúne om te bepaal
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
snow fell
on my city
and the grey clouds streched aross the sky's
i sit inside
drinking the tea of memories
oh how they taste good
i'll walk out later
with my friend
around the city we will go
on the snow we will walk
on the train we will ride
will i see familliar faces walking around?
who knows
i bet the snow as hidden everyone from me
i'll sit inside as i watch the snow
and my mind will melt
will the storie go on
or will end it a dramatic pause?
and never to resume again...
i hope the snow doesn't freeze
our storie
footprints will be left in the snow
just mine will be there i suposse
i'll wait for spring
when eveything will bloom
bloom
bloom
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
You ask for more
Will be nothing more
Some storie about a future
That you are not a part of
Disconnected feel unloved
Only if you could've
Things that would've
Or should've made a difference
Eject the lies the truth is now projected
How do you communicate if feelings werent true
Things ruined where do you start
Feels like the world is gallons apart
You don't want to lose s friend
That chapter starts while the other ends
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
So loop ek deur die strate van Paris en voel dadelik tuis;
Tuis soos in n vreemde wereld wat juis net vir my gemaak is.
Die outydse geboue wat vertel van jare terug, die noue strate wat ver af le amper verby more, die klasieke fietse met klokkies wat "trieng" in die verby gaan na ander plekke, ook die french brode wat jou vertel van vandag en die krag van twee hande wat gebruik is om die smaak in jou gedagtes te laat verdwaal, om n storie te vertel.
So loop ek deur die strate van Paris en voel dadelik bly;
Bly soos n kind wat haarself bevind in n lewe vol nuwe dinge, vol nuwe betekenisse soos n nuwe paar oe wat oop gaan om te sien en dan te verstaan.
Maar die lewe gaan aan met n lank terug en n more wat kom of n vandag wat verby gly na n elke dag;
Wat my vertel van n lewe van geluk en plesier om te geniet vandag, elke dag.
2016/07/17
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
i feel like every breath i take when i am angry fill with smoke that takes my soul away.
every mistake i have made brings me and you closer. i want answer's that will tell me the truth. why do i have a demonic life with smoke that fills my lungs! how angry do you have to make me till i lose control and go on a rampage. how long before i can get my own soul back.i am a demonic being that will take a life and rote it to death. i stand alone with anger that spits all your ******* lies out. im going to lose control and show this world what life with out a soul will be like when all you breath smoke in your lungs that destroy you life roting your mind away wiht only
ANGER
HATRED
DISPISE
smoke filling my lungs with only anger and ****** off.
i dont stand along with the crowd i stand alone away from societys ***** triks.
my demonic life has nothing but darkness that writes my life storie of what its like to be in hell.
smoke fills my lungs cause thats whats going to happen when you trade your soul for what ever greed needs
so trace my foot steps ill dissapear like the sun dose every day.
smoke fills my lungs cause i'm just a broken soul that has no where to go exept rain hell onto those whoe made my life misrable enstead
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
Ons almal breek,bou
Snoesig toegvou
Versteek van ware
Ellende
En die ellende
Van die waarheid
Leuens maak ń knus kombers
Tot hul te veel raak
Jou storie: In bloed
Op die laken in gepers!!
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
i'm completely insane im not afraid to do any things you give me to try!i cant function with out my music playing but ill do anything that is crazy.i take thrill seeking rids that last till im called up on the phone saying your insane. that means noting to me cause i already know that! is there any thing this world that can be done cause whats the point if you dont have the exitment in your life to try new things. im insane cause i dont think stupid i think smart before its tested. my parents think im insane cause im not afraid of what the consequesnes that come with the dangerious ideas. im insane cause i think big not small . this world has never showed what my insane mind can build. im insane cause i show no fear cause im willing to make sure the road is safe for my own friends and family.im insane cause im not afraid to prove the skeptics wrong. im insane cause i want to improve this world better with new ideas. im insane cause im not afraid to speak my mind wen my heart starts to cry.
im insane cause i can read a chapter book and build the storie around society.
im insane cause i have so many things to try. im insane cause i have a big heart and im always caring even when things get dark. im insan cause theres no fear when it comes to the new suroundings that blind the beauty in life as we go. im insane cause ill never let go of what the truth has told me . im insane cause im inovative and mechanicaly inclined. im insane when riots break out i stear the grouyp the right way. away from the danger. im insane cause i only follow what my heart and mind say to. im insane cause my family tells every one im not afraid of what dangers wait for me. im insane cause i'm willing to get answeeres for the hopless who needs to be helped.im insane cause ill risk my life to help you in the most worst conditions. im insane cause im not afraid to help you fight when your wounded.im insane cause i want more answeres to help societys troubls. my family thinks im insane cause im always crating someting crazy to solve a problem even if its really stupid. my mind is insane cause im not afraid to take things to a new level. every one i know thinks im insane cause i want people to fell free and not traped that slaves them to. people call me insane cause im always working on new things to improve my theriories that might be insane but what if they became the next thin g to work for societys lies. im crazy insane cause theres nothing im willing to try so follow me in my foot stepf and be com what you truly want to speak your mind. speak your mind with me and society will be come opened with ideas to try for future hope . so follow me and we will open a world with ideas that will never be silenced by fear
thank you letting me speak my mind
follow if you dare for change
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
this world i walk alone i have no fear but people in society see the chance to rip into the skin of a person s mind and fills it with lies you cant get away from.
this world is filled with the fire in the eyes of a lire that knows the tricks and card games played write but the eyes filled with fire are the lies they have choses to hide there own identity. behind.
but the eyes of a lire have no inisents but the grave they started to dig.
i hide my eyes behind a deep blue sea full of mistery and vanished questions my blue eyes are the image of you reflectin back on me .
my eyes have no lies only the cold steair down your spin.
my blue eyes are the cold feids of snow that has no face to be herd..
my russian blue eyes tell a storie of how i have servied. but my russian blue eyeshave never ran with a identity that become a lie on it own.
i might be crazy but in this life i have goals to set me free
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
Girl
I know
with your cosimic eyes
you communicate with trees
in crystal peaceful manner.
They want you
to teach them
how to master
feline telepathy
Yes, I feel much salty sounds
muffled moaning
at the dawn of bitterness.
Girl
Thee, who is riding on the sparkling rails
on the railway of madness
chaos, water lilies and fear
in a ****** taste of chocolate.
Girl
Flesh and monsoons
are around you
cut yourself out from that
repulsive storie
when you ignite your
sixth sense.
Girl
Windswept carnal
With unfettered spirit
you don't know where you are now
and I don't know where you'll be tomorrow
but please , convey me whisper of the sea
for me to keep it
in stillness of a
dream.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
What are all these stories for
I gather here
Don't give me your
historical
hysterical
hey maybe's
answers that have been
weaponized
are not good
Unlove us backwards
to gravity
and stones
take me forward
without
cutting off parts
of us
thinking knowing
is complete
the final why
a final lie
Un lie
your great story
that only explained
now
for a moment
then
no matter how
apparently
deeply
Miners of truth
laugh at yesterday's
depth
including your flying chariot
you deadly fool
for then's strongest
lie
Maybe the past is alive
and winging us like shoes
at its sister tomorrow
with glee
we but
accidental
soles awakened
by flight
Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
I love you boo
And you love me too.
But we can't make it through.
Let's stop playing eachother for fools
We need to make it through.
One way or the other we will have eachother.
Just not as lovers.
We have kids so we will see one another.
But in some crazy way
Your my Roy Thornton
In my modern day bonnie and clyde love storie.
Don't ever fear because your love will be here.
You will always be our number 1.
From now Till forever.
Your kids will always love yea.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
To gain-l
ess virtuEs (
undone storie
s
that tell lies to their child
ren and spread
demons in the
ir wake)
Trappings of souls in wHite. Threaten our days
Until all that’s
left; rather diminutive
findi
ng passion in Th
e cold (under dure
ss
gathering riche
s in frost heaves
upEnding mound
s of dirt) to reach a g
oal
Gratitude multiplies under the weiGht
Of longing and
b
l
i
s
s
Our hearts a
che for restitution
Hardening un
der your tOuch (reaching
A point of n
o return, yelling, tur
ning
Plotting i
n our graves)
Today is the end of everything Together
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
i dont care if i was shot or almost dead. these last words have said my true mind. what turnes life inside out. but im going to take the pain on. you mean more to the world ill be the wings that hold you safe. you are my most prized possestion. i will fight to keep you safe to move along. im just your guardian angel that will take all lifes danger till i die to help you threw lifes games.
my storie isnt really that important. i dont want things to hurt you. to me your just a glass vase that holds the perfect mistory
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
all around me i see the crowd moving like lighting. i start to spin with my eyes gathering information.
my eyes fill the storie i wrote on a blank page.
my world is suronded by change every where i go.
i don't think i could shut my eyes to blink cause every this is exploding thriving with exitment.
down the street a new house is being build by my othere side a mountain side has been colapsing.
my entire suroundings have been changing.
my mind cant keep up when my heart starts pounding.
where true love comes right in front of me.
my surondings have been exploding with hange
i don't think i can keep up but i might just go madely crazy
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
sleepless night with all i have is the tears that drown me. NEVER take the words of the wrong group that only leads to your own problems! every day new scares become deeper and deeper when you have trust issues that just takes your own life flipping it up side down. ho can you trust when every one you meet is in the wrong group. WOULD you be the follower or the LEADER of the group. just sitting threw the long classes during the day having the fear every one is coldly looking at you. making a mistake u can take back makes the dark thoughts grow stronger as you walk like your dead. being home alone has the temp of falling apart ** when u get home from high school your only true friend is the scares they put on. when your reflection starts to tell you that your not WORTH IT what friends do u have. that final day comes. every night you lock your self away every night laying in deeps thoughts for how to deal. EVERY NEW BLADE paints new picture of what grows{SCARES} is the chapter that tells your entire life storie
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
i speak my poetry with no regrets all my words that deep down is the spoken truth of what i think of you. i lay awake all night with no thoughts. you cross my mind but this world isnt strong enought to keep us to gather even if its tommarow. i feel my mind racing with my heart raccing to gather. i could run but what would that do. i dont want to hide i want peace or if not we will bring the riot to **** all of you. the powerfull needs to be taken out. the ones who need to speak are the oneswho you prisioned in the shadows. the un heard voices will come out and flood the stage. we wont back down all the voices now will be heard with force and not pain or misery you shut off..
for every voice every word will create a river of what the strong and the fearless the fear will rain terrior on your grave we stand to gather in the rain and tell the world our storie bring colors in to the dead society
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
holding in theses words of anger holding the words of false hope. i ponder what could be said if i were to talk. but i just sit back and watch all your ******* lies dig you deeper. when my silence is strong is the promises you broke. you told me every thing will be okay when it will all be over. look at your self you dig your ditcch deeper like a grave for every bull **** lie you said. some time i just want to grab you by the throught screaming down you lungs. words that come out leave the ones stunned. you stole from me and broke the trust that only end ur last storie.
some times my silence is violent ******* you all off from what you have said.
my silence will grow heavyer as your bull **** lies destroy your pathetic life
some times my silence is explosive so watch what ******* ****** up words you say!!!!!!!!
my silence only makes you mader for every ****** up thing you ******* over on
my silence is violenct when i have nothing to tell you you ******* my silence is my defence key to protect my mind from you hurting me.
silence is the best card to play cause its better to let a time to go ap **** on them
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
I walk the road I chose to follow.
Playing ***** screamed your shot is wacked? How to escape the truth you don't want to show your real self.
Like a shadow your self image lies like spray painting a broken angery mind that won't admit weight from wrong.
Insanity or guilty of all your mistakes you ran instead of writing the new storie you justchews to cras an burn.
No creative ways to redeam your self.
The house if truth will make the light as bright if you speak the truth or just keep lying.
Being fake may just smash all your teeth out being fake fit you is ditch
Now it's your grave.
Being true speaking your mind making the road turn to pathes to all crazy opportunist .
Be true your own willl write society's next move.
A posey is just a flower but
A rose is the truth about your life.
A rose is a reward for guiding the broken weak lost to the next game.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC